Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Fairy Tales

**ROMANY**

When I returned to my suite after lunch, not only were all my new clothes put away, but there was a very sexy, very slinky white dress laying across my bed with a note pinned to the front of it.

The note read: Tonight you are not to wear your uniform. You are to wear ONLY this dress and the white heels in your closet. That means no undergarments whatsoever. The meeting will begin at 6pm sharp. Your dinner will be delivered to your room at precisely 5:45. You will eat quickly and you will eat every single bite. If you do not eat every bite I will know and you will suffer for it. If you fail to follow any of the stipulations outlined for you here in this dictate, you will forfeit two weeks salary. Do not disappoint me. -Alex

I rolled my eyes. *He is so damn full of himself, I swear to God.* I *hated* that he knew I would do it. *Hated* that he knew the money was too damn good for me - or anyone really - to pass up. As I glared down at the flimsy piece of velvet fabric hat he called a dress, I hissed in anger. Lifting it off the bed to study it, I shook my head in disbelief. At first glance, the skirt appeared to be long, but as I inspected it closer, I could see there were two splits in the skirt. One in the front middle and one in the back middle. Both looked like they stopped just below the apex of my thighs. Meaning, if I didn't wear panties, it was more than a certainty that someone was *going* to get flashed. The top half of the garment was strapless and although I was pretty sure my ta-tas wouldn't have any issues holding it up, I just knew once it stretched over my chest, it would look like second skin.

"What the fuck is planning?" I said to myself, thinking back to all of the things he said to me before lunch. "Why the fuck is he having me dress like a fucking virgin sacrifice?"

*I could outright refuse to wear it. Just take the two week penalty and say fuck him.* But something was telling me that wouldn't help matters. I was pretty sure my defiance would only make it worse. "Well I'm wearing panties, I don't care what he says. I'm not walking into that room wearing *this* - joke of a dress - unless I have a thong on at the very least. He can kiss my ass."

up on the nightstand. I was

"Hello?"

thought to hear again. "Baby, it's Matthew. Where are you baby? I've missed

Jensen.* When I could finally speak, I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. *Is

consensual. He literally didn't let me leave his apartment until I was singing the same tune. Then came the jealous outbursts and the violence - also my doing for being such a wanton slut and *'dressing for caressing'* as he called it. Which basically meant showing any type of skin that wasn't my forehead while I was at school. He groomed me into accepting that he did all of these to me out of his undying love for me. The only thing he admitted to, was his being obsessed with me. And even *that* he played in his favor. Saying that no other woman had captured his heart so completely before, that he was obsessed and always would be. So obsessed that it had to be love. *Pfff yeah right.* But my dumb Shakespearean butt had to

of Alex's and take him apart one little piece at a time. With tweezers. Starting with

think he could convince me to agree with his

You need to answer me now! It's okay if you've been lying about me to get by. I forgive you. I love you. Now tell me where you are so I can come and get you and we can be together." He sighed, his breath shuddering almost nervously into the phone. "Romany are you fucken deaf? I *need* to know where you

are you talking to like that, Matthew? I know it can't be me. Why are you harassing me? What the fuck makes you think that you can call me?" I laughed. "You know what that's okay - that's my fault. I should've fucking blocked you when you threw me out. My mistake. I apologize for it. So let me just tell you now, don't fucking call me *ever* again. Not

background were busy and loud. I could hear the clinking of dishes and the boisterous laughter of a few

call you, Romany? I love you goddamn it! Now tell me where you are and who you've been talking

me. You *loved* controlling the way I responded to *your* abuse. Threatening to turn me in for cheating on tests